Last Life

Loved No More

My name is Sebastian. I'm a 4 year old black cat and my last four years has been a constant struggle for my life. I was a special cat, for when I was born, my fur was a milky white with a black heart on my chest. That's why I was chosen, because I was a white cat with a special marking. 4 years ago I was chosen by a woman who supposedly loved cats. And that's all I cared about really. Because if she loved cats, wouldn't she love me too? I thought she did. Until my white fur started to blacken, and my owner became angered. On my first birthday in that house was when I found out, that my owner wasn't all who she claimed she was.

I found out when she started to neglect me. She refused to feed me, and she kept me locked up in a cage, hidden under a blanket. I was kept in the dark, in the cold, starving. This was not how I imagined my life. This was not how I wanted to live or die. After three days without food or water, I began to grow weak, and I knew if I didn't escape today, I wouldn't ever escape. That I would die here in this cage. So with whatever strength I had, I started to pry open the lock of the cage, it took a while, but I had done it. The cage door finally swung open and I was free. Until I felt something grab my neck and yank me off me feet and into the air. It was my owner, she glared at me, her grip on my throat ever so tight, I couldn't breathe. I refused to die though, so I lashed out and scratched and bit her face and hands. I made her scream in anger in pain and she didn't drop me, but threw me at the wall, I felt the pain of my left leg snapping. But I was to weak to even make a sound. I scrambled to my paws as fast as my strength would allow and started to run for cover. I got to the safety of inside a small hole in the wall and curled up, wincing in pain.

I didn't move, as I waited for my owner to come after me, but she didn't. I stayed inside the wall and started to lick my broken leg, as I rested, the pain in my leg grew worse, and the hunger and thirst in my stomach became more obvious. I couldn't last another few days without water, I knew that at least. But I had to wait, for her to leave or to go to sleep. I wouldn't risk anything as long as she was up and around, ready to put an end to my life.

As the night wore on, the feeling sank in my mind and I felt myself cry. She hated me now, she loved me no more. All because of my fur color. I never did any harm to her, and for months she loved me endlessly and treated me like a prince. Now I was treated like a monster... a beast. It felt like years upon waiting, but finally I heard the creak of the bed and knew she was going to sleep. Now was my chance to find food and most importantly water. Then and only then I could try and find a way to escape.

I crawled out of the hole in the wall, my whole body tensing up in pain, and I got to my paws. I started to head towards the kitchen, as quietly as possibly, which was easy since I was a cat. When I was safely inside the kitchen, I looked around for a way to get up to the sink. I located a safe passage for my broken leg and I set off. Jumping onto a box, then to a chair, then the table and from there I'd just have to make it to the sink. I bunched up myself, preparing to leap, when I started to hear footsteps, fear struck at my heart. As quickly as possibly I scurried back down and scrambled inside the box. I curled up in a corner, trying to make myself as invisible as possible.

For what seemed like forever, everything was dead silent. And suddenly I was blinded as the kitchen light was turned on. I curled up more to hide from sight, and prayed on my life that I would not be found. I could feel my heart in my throat, and my life in my paws. I couldn't have been more tensed up. My eyes were squeezed shut and my claws dug into the box. Suddenly the box jolted and almost flipped over.

"Fucking box. Why are you even here?!"

My eyes wide, my pupils large like moons, and my fur standing on end, I couldn't even breathe as I felt the box lift off the ground. I swore she saw me, that I was about to die. But the thought clicked in my head, if she saw me, why didn't she grab me and not the box? I had my answer soon enough, I felt myself and the box being thrown, and we crashed onto a hard ground, I sank my fangs into my paw to stop myself from yowling. She hadn't seen me, but I wasn't in the kitchen anymore. There was the sound of a slamming door, and then, complete and utter darkness.